Mac's. That day Gerald had brought her to this excessively careful house, where she had felt very much alone and very unlike herself. There was a case, or something, some years ago. He fancied that the whole fabric of the bridge was cracking over head,—that the arch was tumbling upon him,—that the torrent was swelling around him, whirling him off, and about to bury him in the deafening abyss. She slipped on white thin-soled tennis shoes with no socks, her ankles exposed as Shari had once suggested they be worn.
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